Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

#1999 - Mathematical Bliss (38)

The plan seemed to be partially successful.

The continuous changes in perspective just now were clearly thanks to some mastermind behind the scenes.

Relying on a special connection, Fu Qian could confirm that at the last moment, the Confession Brother's body was also occupied.

The will that seemed to violently dominate him was indeed heavily dosed with Bliss Soup, falling into depravity.

Although thinking about it, he knew that with that person's methods, he would likely break free soon, and he might not have time to communicate with "It" face to face.

But just this process had already yielded many gains.

First, as mentioned before, he could understand to some extent how this dominance over will came about.

Beyond the Third Heaven, thinking would be reorganized under the influence of the concept of joy, to the extent that it would lose its independence to a certain degree, providing an entry point for this kind of thought influence.

Secondly, his guess was indeed correct. Although that person was ranked in the Ninth Heaven, he was still subject to some rules, such as not being able to be immune to the effects of Bliss Potion in the Third Heaven.

This should also be the reason why the warehouse believed that he still had a chance to complete the mission.

Finally, there was a small detail, which was why he occupied the Confession Brother's body when he was promoted from the inhuman reincarnation to the First Heaven.

The gravedigger once said that only those bodies that had merged too deeply with the false Bliss Realm and subsequently undergone mutation would he cover with a coffin lid to prevent adverse effects from spreading.

The visions seen in the coffin just now undoubtedly proved this point.

At the same time, it also proved that the Confession Brother was indeed burdened with karma and had no wisdom root to shatter the void.

Individuals like them would be relatively easily occupied by consciousness from the shattered void.

The fact that it was the Confession Brother both times greatly proved this point.

Now, what makes people curious is, if the Brotherhood is still the mess it was when he left, how will that consciousness suspected to be an "Ancient One" cope?

"Time's up, you should leave."

Just as Fu Qian was fantasizing, the door behind him was knocked from the outside.

Oh?

Turning around, the person outside didn't seem to intend to come in, and was already walking away with subtle footsteps, although the door wasn't actually locked.

A woman's voice, unfamiliar.

Quickly making such a judgment, Fu Qian was completely unreserved, directly grabbing the golden mallet and opening the door to chase after her.

"Leave for what?"

He quickly caught up with a graceful figure. Fu Qian didn't even greet her, and directly asked impolitely.

That back, mostly exposed, instantly stiffened.

"Time's up, you should leave."

However, without rushing to turn around, the other party repeated the previous words in the same tone.

… …

To be fair, although the clothes on her body saved a lot of fabric, her face was covered very tightly.

Given Fu Qian's lack of response, the other party finally turned her head around.

You could see layers of black纱 covering her face, completely burying her eyes underneath, making people curious how she could walk without bumping into walls.

"Have you forgotten your promise?"

And obviously, the other party's curiosity was even greater.

Fu Qian stood there and let her stare for a moment, then the masked woman finally couldn't help but speak.

"What promise?"

The other party's incredulity continued, as if Fu Qian had touched some taboo.

"Forgotten."

Fu Qian didn't hesitate at all.

"Godo—"

The other party's reaction was finally straightforward, directly yelling in a certain direction.

… …

It really is you.

I have to say that the summoning technique of the person in front of him is quite exquisite. Almost as soon as she finished shouting, someone rushed over.

Still an acquaintance.

Not just a coincidence, it was the person who first greeted him and introduced himself in the welcoming team when he woke up at the beginning of the mission.

Your Excellency Godo… A short while apart, it feels like many heavens have passed.

"He is disloyal."

Unfortunately, before Fu Qian could reminisce, the masked woman had already accused him at the first moment, with a hint of resentment.

Loyalty, your choice of words…

Feeling that the style was continuing to be strange, Fu Qian just smiled, waiting for Godo's reaction.

"No self, no secrets…

"We are her claws, all actions are commands, and absolutely hide this…"

Godo's reaction was indeed unusual. Hearing this, he turned his head to stare at this side, spitting out a paragraph that made people confused.

"Have you forgotten the oath you made to the Lady?"

Seeing that Fu Qian still didn't respond, Godo finally added a sentence in relatively human language, and the smile on his face didn't seem as bright as when they first met.

Just saying that the judgment at the time was correct, this guy has tricks.

Fu Qian certainly wouldn't remember any oath, but at this moment, he could already imagine too much.

Worthy of you performance art practitioners, you can even vaguely imitate the methods of the higher-ups in this kind of place.

The Lady undoubtedly refers to the masked woman, and her relationship with himself and Godo is obviously a special concept in this City of Sin.

The oath object and the oath taker do not have independent selves, everything is a command.

To some extent, it's somewhat similar to those transcendent versions seen outside. The core is to give up the self and completely hand over the subjective initiative to be a human puppet.

It's hard to say how they figured it out, but undoubtedly in this City of Sin, it is another special cause and effect.

There is reason to suspect that if he had followed Godo at that time, he would have been induced to join.

"No, I just forgot what I should do."

Giving his decision a thumbs up, Fu Qian answered very casually, with really not much respect in his words.

… …

"Go to the Brotherhood and destroy their five incense burners… How could you forget?"

Sure enough, even the masked lady didn't quite believe Fu Qian's words, but she finally repeated the task again.

That's the content… Relying only on the Brotherhood not daring to beat people to death, right.

Of course, from their point of view, it is indeed a tempting cause and effect.

At that moment, Fu Qian sighed in his heart, deeply feeling the wonder of the world.

It just so happened that he was going to rush over and take a look.

"Okay, but there's still one question… Who can lead the way for me?"

He actually agreed happily, but the next moment he looked at Godo and added a sentence.

In this short moment, Fu Qian had already observed that the surrounding environment was a bit unfamiliar, and it would probably take some effort to find the way.

"You really forgot the oath… Traitors will be severely punished, until they kneel at her feet and beg for forgiveness."

Unfortunately, even if he cooperated so much, it triggered Godo's anger, and he was directly re-awarded the title of traitor.

"And you will eventually be rejected."

The masked lady didn't deny this statement either, and even the next moment a black horsewhip with fine barbs appeared in her hand.

Although it wasn't long, the effect of whipping it on the body was still thought-provoking—Crack!

In the crisp sound, her forehead had already been smashed by a golden mallet, without even having the chance to show the face under the veil.